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impression。 There were the treasure…chests too； but they held nothing save treasure； and gold and diamonds were no manner of use to me。 Other odds and ends I found … spears； a few skins； and a broken and notched axe。 I took the axe in case there might be cutting to do。
Then at the back of a bin my hand struck something which brought the blood to my face。 It was a rope； an old one； but still in fair condition and forty or fifty feet long。 I dragged it out into the light and straightened its kinks。 With this something could be done； assuming I could cut my way to the level of the roof。
I began the climb in my bare feet； and at the beginning it was very bad。 Except on the very edge of the abyss there was scarcely a handhold。 Possibly in floods the waters may have swept the wall in a curve； smoothing down the inner part and leaving the outer to its natural roughness。 There was one place where I had to hang on by a very narrow crack while I scraped with the axe a hollow for my right foot。 And then about twelve feet from the ground I struck the first of the iron pegs。
To this day I cannot think what these pegs were for。 They were old square…headed things which had seen the wear of centuries。 They cannot have been meant to assist a climber； for the dwellers of the cave had clearly never contemplated this means of egress。 Perhaps they had been used for some kind of ceremonial curtain in a dim past。 They were rusty and frail； and one of them came away in my hand； but for all that they marvellously assisted my ascent。
I had been climbing slowly； doggedly and carefully； my mind wholly occupied with the task； and almost before I knew I found my head close under the roof of the cave。 It was necessary now to move towards the river； and the task seemed impossible。 I could see no footholds； save two frail pegs； and in the corner between the wall and the roof was a rough arch too wide for my body to jam itself in。 Just below the level of the roof … say two feet … I saw the submerged spike of rock。 The waters raged around it； and could not have been more than an inch deep on the top。 If I could only get my foot on that I believed I could avoid being swept down； and stand up and reach for the wall above the cave。
But how to get to it？ It was no good delaying； for my frail holds might give at any moment。 In any case I would have the moral security of the rope； so I passed it through a fairly staunch pin close to the roof； which had an upward tilt that almost made a ring of it。 One end of the rope was round my body； the other was loose in my hand； and I paid it out as I moved。 Moral support is something。 Very gingerly I crawled like a fly along the wall； my fingers now clutching at a tiny knob； now clawing at a crack which did little more than hold my nails。 It was all hopeless insanity； and yet somehow I did it。 The rope and the nearness of the roof gave me confidence and balance。 Then the holds ceased altogether a couple of yards from the water。 I saw my spike of rock a trifle below me。 There was nothing for it but to risk all on a jump。 I drew the rope out of the hitch； twined the slack round my waist； and leaped for the spike。
It was like throwing oneself on a line of spears。 The solid wall of water hurled me back and down； but as I fell my arms closed on the spike。 There I hung while my feet were towed outwards by the volume of the stream as if they had been dead leaves。 I was half…stunned by the shock of the drip on my head； but I kept my wits； and presently got my face outside the falling sheet and breathed。
To get to my feet and stand on the spike while all the fury of water was plucking at me was the hardest physical effort I have ever made。 It had to be done very circumspectly； for a slip would send me into the abyss。 If I moved an arm or leg an inch too near the terrible dropping wall I knew I should be plucked from my hold。 I got my knees on the outer face of the spike； so that all my body was removed as far as possible from the impact of the water。 Then I began to pull myself slowly up。
I could not do it。 If I got my feet on the rock the effort would bring me too far into the water； and that meant destruction。 I saw this clearly in a second while my wrists were cracking with the strain。 But if I had a wall behind me I could reach back with one hand and get what we call in Scotland a 'stelf。' I knew there was a wall； but how far I could not judge。 The perpetual hammering of the stream had confused my wits。
It was a horrible moment； but I had to risk it。 I knew that if the wall was too far back I should fall； for I had to let my weight go till my hand fell on it。 Delay would do no good； so with a prayer I flung my right hand back； while my left hand clutched the spike。
I found the wall … it was only a foot or two beyond my reach。 With a heave I had my foot on the spike； and turning； had both hands on the opposite wall。 There I stood； straddling like a Colossus over a waste of white waters； with the cave floor far below me in the gloom； and my discarded axe lying close to a splash of Laputa's blood。
The spectacle made me giddy； and I had to move on or fall。 The wall was not quite perpendicular； but as far as I could see a slope of about sixty degrees。 It was ribbed and terraced pretty fully； but I could see no ledge within reach which offered standing room。 Once more I tried the moral support of the rope； and as well as I could dropped a noose on the spike which might hold me if I fell。 Then I boldly embarked on a hand traverse； pulling myself along a little ledge till I was right in the angle of the fall。 Here； happily； the water was shallower and less violent； and with my legs up to the knees in foam I managed to scramble into a kind of corner。 Now at last I was on the wall of the gully； and above the cave。 I had achieved by amazing luck one of the most difficult of all mountaineering operations。 I had got out of a cave to the wall above。
My troubles were by no means over； for I found the cliff most difficult to climb。 The great rush of the stream dizzied my brain； the spray made the rock damp； and the slope steepened as I advanced。 At one overhang my shoulder was almost in the water again。 All this time I was climbing doggedly； with terror somewhere in my soul； and hope lighting but a feeble lamp。 I was very distrustful of my body； for I knew that at any moment my weakness might return。 The fever of three days of peril and stress is not allayed by one night's rest。
By this time I was high enough to see that the river came out of the ground about fifty feet short of the lip of the gully； and some ten feet beyond where I stood。 Above the hole whence the waters issued was a loose slope of slabs and screes。 It looked an ugly place； but there I must go； for the rock…wall I was on was getting unclimbable。
I turned the corner a foot or two above the water； and stood on a slope of about fifty degrees； running from the parapet of stone to a line beyond which blue sky appeared。 The first step I took the place began to move。 A boulder crashed into the fall； and tore down into the abyss with a shattering thunder。 I lay flat and clutched desperately